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puppppppppy · 4 months ago
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filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^
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ponpasta · 4 months ago
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HAPPY BDAY MIKU
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curioscurio · 1 year ago
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I'm rewatching Steven Universe and I will never forgive Fandom for what it did to her
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bookwyrminspiration · 5 months ago
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a magical girl? all girls are magical, you fool
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baeshijima · 26 days ago
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being married to duke!blade is a feat inconceivable to many.
overseeing the northern region where monster outbreaks are high and temperatures are low, he is feared by many for not only his undeniable battle prowess, but also his cold and dismissive demeanour. from all the stories and rumours passed down from those who battled alongside the duke, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say his mere presence alone is sufficient enough to take on an entire army.
but despite his infamous personality, the young duke had made rounds within high society when he first showed his face. he was handsome, having that rugged appearance expected of a blood-soaked warrior residing on the battlefied, yet beautiful with a haunting allure — those crimson-marigold eyes of his can simultaneously bewitch an unassuming victim and bring the most prideful of monarchs down to their knees.
and, as expected of someone with such descriptors, many of the nobility found themselves drawn to him in spite of the rumours which clung to his very being. noble ladies wished to be the first he ever danced with, while many families seeked to gain even a morsel of his power through arranged marriages. relentless as they were, none succeeded in swaying the stone-cold duke.
and stone-cold he was upon your first meeting, albeit in… less than fortunate circumstances.
having meandered around the foresty northern borders not too far from where your family estate is, you certainly were not expecting to stumble across a rotting corpse smack-dab in the middle of your path! okay, well, rotting may not be the most suitable term, but the slumped body, battered and bruised and bloodied, you accidentally kicked was very much a corpse.
you had contemplated leaving the body there but, upon seeing a bloodied insignia of an all-too familiar ducal household, you decided you wanted to live a little longer. of course, this led to you lugging a slumped, muscle-packed warrior of a man all the way to where your estate was, heaving and huffing with your body trembling under the weight.
(to say you were just about ready to collapse when the family knights spotted your emerging figure was no understatement!)
whisked away into a guest room near your own, your parents called for the family doctor immediately. when the blood was cleaned and his wounds were wrapped, the sight of his injuries mending themselves was sure to be a sight you would never be able to rid your mind of. it was a strange but intriguing phenomenon to see his skin stitched anew, that horrid sight of him collapsed in the forestry almost like that of a dream.
your father immediately sent word to the duke’s estate to notify them of the circumstances. in the meanwhile, the man of the hour was unconscious for three days. seeing as how you were the one to find him, you took it upon yourself to help look after his well-being. changing his bandages, regularly wiping the accumulating sweat with a freshly damp cloth, ensuring the room is well-ventilated — you did the lot!
(sometimes you would stare at his resting face, wondering just how much more handsome he would be with his eyes open; only to retract that sentiment when recalling the tales about how his eyes could burn a man alive. exaggerated or not, he is still a dangerous individual you would rather not further entangle yourself with.)
with his people having retrieved their master from your care, promises of hefty compensation for taking care of their lord ringing in your ears, you were ready to sweep the whole ordeal under the rug and never get yourself involved with a man like him again! after all, he is the fearful duke responsible for your region, while you’re just another noble within his domain.
so, naturally, when you first heard of your soon-to-be marriage, you thought your parents did something to offend him and were sending you as a sacrifice meant to appease his wrath.
because, well, why else would the very same duke infamous for having zero interest in romantic and political marriages be sending a letter for your hand in marriage of his own accord? being unconscious the entirety of the time made him unable to see you, let alone know your family, so of course that meant his staff had filled him in on what happened. but why would he initiate this proposal without even knowing who you are first???
(did you get a say in this? no. would you have refused? yes. did your parents care about you and your well-being? aside from their apologetic gazes at your slack-jawed reaction and somewhat rational reasoning of “his grace may have an infamous reputation, but he is not a cruel ruler nor man,” you would like to deny the parental affection they have given you thus far in favour of objecting the claim.)
well, no matter. there was little time to prepare for his arrival to your estate, as the letter stated he would be arriving to escort you himself.
after much fuss over your clothing and luggage, the day arrived; you were going to see him again, except this time, he would see you as well.
a regal carriage entered the estate’s gates. the door swung open. a black gloved hand was the first to appear, followed by a ducked head of long navy hair, a familiar figure donning a freshly pressed suit and black overcoat, and finally — finally — a pair of burning crimson-marigold met your own gaze.
you weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline of your fight or flight response kicking in or the butterflies which ruptured within you that caused your heart rate to increase, but you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from him.
he stopped in front of you, the features you once saw up close felt more complete than ever with the addition of his eyes open.
and thus, with your palm settled atop his outstretched gloved one, your fate was sealed.
(man. was this the compensation the staff were saying to you as they left…?)
that was two years ago.
savage. cold-blooded. inhumane. brute. monster. these were some of the ways in which duke blade was described. the man who currently sits on the edge of the bed watching you dress his wounds, however, is much different than the public opinion.
ever since exchanging vows at the altar and slipping sacred rings of matrimony onto each other’s fingers, you have come to know many sides of blade you never thought possible.
and while he rarely spoke in the beginning, his actions spoke louder than any voice could ever hope to measure up to. and, eventually, he became more vocal in regards to his feelings for you, just as you have with yours upon witnessing firsthand his true character.
from his battle-haggard, near manic state when on the verge of succumbing to the curse before falling into your healing embrace, to his tender fleeting touches and ever-adoring affection repressed within his gaze when in the presence of others, you have seen it all.
the process of getting to know and understand the intricacies of his life is almost like unravelling layers upon layers of thin bandage wrapped tightly around a gaping wound, hoping to block out the vulnerabilities which could be exposed. it was rocky at first, you being in an unfamiliar environment while he had his own inner battles to deal with first and foremost, but time carved its path for the two of you to partake in talks lasting late into the night, a subtle fondness growing more pronounced as familiarity grew alongside it.
and, of course, the time he returned from a subjugation battle-worn and mind having been overriden with mania. it was the first you’d seen him in such a loss of control. knights were rushing to subdue him while the servants desperately tried to usher your bewildered form some place safe, as though this had been a common occurrence well before you came into the picture. that hadn’t gone as planned, however, as the moment blade’s heaving figure locked eyes with you, a state of chaos ensued the moment he broke through the wall of knights with ease and appeared in front of you. no time was wasted when he lunged, a panic chorus of cries following suit as you remained rooted in place.
while you would never forget the blown-out, near-animalistic look in his eyes as he drew closer at an impossible speed, the gentle — almost reverent — manner in which he embraced you then, rigid body instantly relaxing against you, would forever be the turning point of your relationship, as well as a long-cherished memory of his first true feelings.
a dull sensation poking the space between your brows snaps you out of your thoughts. “stop frowning. i’ll be fine like always.”
your hands pause in their ministrations, hovering over his bare torso where you finished tying up a bandage. a blink and a sigh, another swab of disinfectant is in your hands working at the wound on his bicep.
“but that doesn’t mean i like seeing you return to me wounded,” you mutter bitterly, blatantly ignoring his stare. “i know you can take care of yourself, what with that regenerative ability of yours, but i still worry over you. you can still feel the pain, after all, and not to mention that curse—”
a swift tug forward abruptly cuts you off, your words fizzling on the tip of your tongue as a familiar warmth encases you in its entirety. instinctively, your hands grip onto his shoulders, the coarse material of bandages not unfamiliar to your touch, while blade’s hands are splayed across the expanse of your back as he holds you against his seated form.
his nose nudges along the slope of your neck, the shape of your jaw, the contours of your face, a trail of soft kisses leaving searing imprints in its wake.
a deep breath, a ticklish sensation, a thrumming heartbeat.
and when he rests his forehead against your own, crimson-marigold eyes dyed with devotion and seeping ardour, you think the world will be okay.
(even if it were to burst into flames and be reduced to ash, if it means you would be by this man’s side for a little longer, you think it will be okay.)
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soapyakships · 5 days ago
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they are going to watch SONIC 3
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rain-and-jellyfish · 3 months ago
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i see people talking about how proseka made an entire 2d model for mizuki’s back in mizu5 but OF COURSE THEY DID OF COURSE THEY DID OF COURSE THEY DID HOW MANY TIMES HAS MIZUKI BEEN SHOWN FACING BACKWARDS AS A MOTIF OF HER RUNNING AWAY AND TURNING AWAY AND AVOIDING THINGS AND BEING UNABLE TO FACE THINGS
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YEAH GUYS PRETTY OFTEN GUYS PRETTY OFTEN
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raplele · 25 days ago
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sems-diarie · 7 months ago
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pro hero deku has a fleshlight of you. it’s off brand hero merch from some shady corner of his city. it had caught him by surprise, he hadn’t been looking for it.
well, izuku hadn’t been looking for a fleshlight with.. you on it. it’s a particularly tasteful design—he blames that, of all things, when he decides to slap some hundred dollar bills on the register and scurries away without making eye contact with anyone.
(that’s how much it cost, right? he might’ve left some over in change. izuku doesn’t really check until after he’s home and his pants have barely even collapsed to his thighs. and your printed tits bounce with every fucking stroke to the hilt, to his balls. izuku can’t tear his eyes off of your stickered, cute little face as he grinds down harder over the toy. humping down into it lets him see you better when he spreads his legs and fucks the well-lubed fleshlight like it really is you, his balls smacking lewdly with the filthy wet sounds. it’s less like he checks, and more like izuku stumbles into the price tag as he’s wiping a fat glob of cum off the god forsaken thing.)
snooping around where he shouldn’t be, katsuki finds it—used, dear god!—and threatens to tell you, their beloved, angel-dearest friend, about it every time deku does something to even mildly piss him off. deku cries :(
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ochablooms · 8 months ago
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nightcord girls
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rockdrop · 16 days ago
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Honami has absolutely walked in on Kanamafu in some... compromising situations. Sure, she finds out about Mafuyu's true self (or at least, a fraction of it), and maybe that starts to shake the image in her head of the 'perfect honor student Asahina-san,' but I don't think that makes it any less jarring to walk into her job only to catch Mafuyu in Kanade's lap getting all up close and personal. I mean, Honami has seen Kanade at her most pathetic, I can't imagine her expecting Kanade to have that level of game. Mafuyu is beautiful, popular, smart, and athletic, the kind of girl who could have whoever she wants, and here she is, absolutely smitten with this tiny little composer who can't even take care of herself. I have to imagine that comes as a bit of a shock (even if Honami is professional enough to probably not let it show).
This is also assuming the worst thing she's ever walked in on is clingy Mafuyu and some cuddle sessions. God help her if she ever walks in on either of them trying out any more of Mizuki's ""advice"".... - K
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SIGH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH just the absolute shock and terror honami experiences when she just wants to do her job
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csmarketplaceholder · 2 years ago
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LF SnowyBriggs Designs (mainly a Dainty). Offering a Milqilin. Like this post and I'll message you asap!
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poirott · 19 days ago
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AGATHA CHRISTIE'S POIROT series final scene 13x05 "Curtain"
"Words really can't express how much that obsessive, kindly, gentle man with his mincing walk, his 'little grey cells' and his extraordinary accent had come to mean to me. To lose him now, after so long, was like losing the dearest of friends, even though I was only an actor playing a part." - David Suchet, Poirot and Me
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lexavillanelle · 7 months ago
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ladycibia · 16 days ago
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Hey everybody! Here's a little something to wish you a Happy Christmas Eve & Merry Christmas and happy holidays!! ❤️ I hope you're all doing well
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soapyakships · 7 months ago
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these hands are warm.......
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